Page 68 of Orc's Possession
He stops and turns, and I do something that I have always thought would weaken me as Grak. But Paloma’s hand in mine gives me a strength I’ve never known before.
“You are doing well, Sojek. Your father would be proud of you.”
His upper lip lifts, showing me the long, sharp tusks of youth and reflecting light I have never seen in his eyes before. With a nod, he leads my gorja away.
“That was beautiful, Atox.”
I sigh. “Female, when will you learn to call me Grak in public?”
She leans her sweet body against mine. “I don’t know. Maybe I need to be punished.”
That’s it. I’ve been denied far too long. I throw her over my shoulder, letting her pound her tiny fists against my back. She hates this position, making her protests all the sweeter.
The fires in the distance and sounds of my people talking tell me the day has been a good one here. They will relax for a while before returning to their chambers inside the mountain.
When Paloma continues to squirm and pound against my back as I carry her through the camp, I smack her ass. “Behave.” I’m treated to a delicious smell coming from her cunt.
I take advantage of the darkness and slide my hand under my female’s tunic, up her inner thighs to the softness there. She stops hitting me.
She’s gloriously wet. I press my finger into her, reaching deep until she moans and begins grinding against my hand. I love how responsive this female is. The more she thrusts against my hand, the faster I walk through the tunnels.
Her moans intensify. My pace increases through the tunnels. Her sex clamps down on my finger as her body arches. The most beautiful sound echoes through the tunnels, announcing to all that I’d made my mate come. My cock, as hard as the rock walls around us, presses against my loin cloth making every step incredibly uncomfortable. I need to be inside this female. Now.
The door to our chamber bounces off the stone wall when I kick it open. In one fluid motion, I toss her on the bed and draw one of my knives. I can’t wait for her to remove her tunic, and I don’t care that I’ll shred all the work she’s done to make it fit her lush body.
I cut her tunic from the hem upward to the laces at her breasts. I shove both flaps aside, exposing what is mine. Her chest rises with heavy breathing as her cunt lays there, glistening, plump, and ready to be filled.
Large brown eyes lock onto me.
“Grak…”
I don’t want to be grak to her. Not here.
“You will call me Atox, Paloma. Here with you, I am your mate, not your grak.”
PALOMA
Atox tossesme on the bed with no effort. Tonight, he’ll finally take me. Not because he made me orgasm while carrying me over his shoulder through a camp full of people. It is the pitch of his voice, the sense of need there, and the way he looks at me.
I’ve glimpsed the male beneath the hardened orc king. The male who needs someone to believe in him not because he holds the title of grak. But because at the heart of everything he does, he’s still just a male who needs and deserves love.
Maybe I need him too. Someone who will love me for who I am, inside and out.
That’s the part I remain unsure about. Despite how he says I’m orc now, I am and always will be human. I can’t change my features or my species, nor do I want to. I like who I am. This is no different from being with a bunch of skinny women who say I have such a pretty face and would be beautiful if I just ate less or exercised more. People who know nothing about me, except what they see on the outside.
He slices my tunic open, exposing me. He needs to stop doing that, or I’ll soon have no clothing to wear, but I suspect he’d like that idea.
Green eyes caress every naked inch of me. I’m breathing heavily from the rush, the excitement, and some remaining uncertainty. I want him, but as he leans over me, I remember how big he is.
“Grak…”
“You will call me Atox, Paloma. Here with you, I am your mate, not your grak.”
He’s finally giving me permission to use his name!
Atox spreads my legs, catapulting my desire for him. I want to stop worrying, and just enjoy. I need to feel desired, even if it’s temporary.
His eyes don’t leave my face as he positions himself between my legs. Damn, he looks at me like I’m everything to him.
